I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
Her face was full of woe,
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare.
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
O fairer than aught else
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve.
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels.
Tears kill the heart, believe;
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.
Hudba: John Dowland (1563 -- 1626)
Dowland - Second Booke Of Songs 1600 (The Consort of Musicke & Emma Kirkby)
- I Saw My Lady Weepe
- Flow My Tears
- Sorrow, Stay
- Die not before thy day
- Mourn, mourn, day is with..
- Time's eldest son, Old Ag..
- Then sit thee down and sa..
- When Others Sing Venite
- Praise blindness eyes, fo..
- O sweet woods, the deligh..
- If floods of tears could ..
- Fine Knacks for Ladies
- Now cease my wandering ey..
- Come ye heavy states of n..
- White as Lilies was Her F..
- When others sing 'Venite ..
- Woeful heart with grief o..
- A Shepherd in a shade his..
- Faction that ever dwells ..
- Shall I sue, shall I seek..
- Toss not my soul
- Clear or cloudy sweet as ..
- Humour say what makst tho..
- 1. Come again sweet love dot..
- 2. White as Lilies was Her F..
- 3. Now, O Now, I Needs Must ..
- 4. Awake sweet love thou art..
- 5. Stay time a while thy fly..
- 6. Flow My Tears
- 7. Come Away, Come Sweet Lov..
- 8. O sweet woods, the deligh..
- 9. His golden locks time hat..
- 10. Flow Not So Fast, Ye Foun..